If you’re of a like mind, I’m certain that at some point in time you’ll have found yourself wondering through a historic property, maybe past garden buildings at a Georgian Manor House, or through a farmstead developed through the Victorian period. Maybe it was a rural museum you strolled around, peppered with Tudor structures and land managing paraphernalia, or even a cottage garden where you stepped carefully along wiggling blue brick pathways wide enough just for one.

Whatever place it was, I’m sure you’ll have happened across a rusty garden implement or two – and I’m not talking about the gardeners!
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We have a man at our local farmers market who restores and sharpens and polishes old tools for re-sale. I’ve bought a few. How lovely to be reminded to ponder their past and the prior hands that have used them. I love your poetic way of writing.
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We have a similar man at our local market! A regular treasure trove of items – just wish I could buy more! Thanks for lovely comments 🙂
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Fabulous interpretation of old
Lost tools and the worth. Poetic.
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That’s lovely to hear, many thanks indeed for the comment 🙏🏻🌿
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